128 | Hallowed Songspage 129 | 130 |
Text: | When we, our wearied [weary] limbs to rest |
Author: | Nahum Tate, 1652-1715 |
Text: | Living to serve the cause of Christ |
Author: | Philip Doddridge |
Text: | How sweet the hour of closing day |
Author: | William H. Bathurst |
Text: | How vain is all beneath the skies [sky] |
Author: | David E. Ford |